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ordinarylife
script Love actually 본문
heathrowairport
Narrator |
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s started to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there: fathers and sons; mothers and daughters; husbands and wives; boyfriends; girlfriends; old friends. When the planes hit the twin towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge; they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around. |
Bill |
♪ I feel it in my fingers; ♪ I feel it in my toes. (I feel it in my toes, yeah.) ♪ Love is all around me (All around me) ♪ And so the fee … |
Joe |
I’m afraid you did it again, Bill. |
Bill |
[Sigh] It’s just I know the old version so well, you know. |
Joe |
Well, we all do. That’s why we’re making the new version. |
Bill
Christmas Is All Around: Bill Nighy – A cover of Love Is All Around: Reg Presley |
Right, OK. Let’s go. ♪ I feel it in my fingers; (In my fingers) ♪ I feel it in my toes. (I feel it in my toes, yeah.) ♪ Love is all arou … Oh fuck, wank, bugger, shitting arsehead and hole. Start again. ♪ I feel it in my fingers; (In my fingers) ♪ I feel it in my toes. (I feel it in my toes, yeah.) ♪ Christmas is all around me (All around me) ♪ And so the feeling grows. (So the feeling grows.) ♪ It’s written in the wind; (In the wind) ♪ It’s everywhere I go, (Everywhere I go) ♪ So if you really love Christmas, (Love Christmas) ♪ Come on and let it snow. (Come on and let it snow.) This is shit, isn’t it? |
Joe |
Yep: solid gold shit, maestro. |
jamie’sbedroom
Jamie |
God, I’m so late. |
Girlfriend |
It’s just round the corner; you’ll make it. |
Jamie |
You sure you don’t mind me going without you? |
Girlfriend |
No, really. I’m just feeling so rotten. |
Jamie |
I love you. |
Girlfriend |
I know. |
Jamie |
I love you even when you’re sick and look disgusting. |
Girlfriend |
I know. Now, go, or you will actually miss it. |
Jamie |
Right. Did I mention that I love you? |
Girlfriend |
Yes, you did. Get out, loser. |
danielandsam’sandharryandkaren’shouses
Daniel |
Karen. It, it’s me again. I’m sorry; I, I literally don’t have anyone else to talk to. |
Karen |
Absolutely. Horrible moment right now though. Can I call you back? |
Daniel |
Of course. |
Karen |
Doesn’t mean I’m not terribly concerned that your wife just died. |
Daniel |
Understood. Err, bugger off; call me later. |
Karen |
So what’s this big news then? |
Daisy |
We’ve been given our parts in the nativity play … and I’m the lobster. |
Karen |
The lobster? |
Daisy |
Yeah. |
Karen |
In the nativity play? |
Daisy |
Yeah: First Lobster. |
Karen |
There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus? |
Daisy |
Duh. |
harry’scompany
Colin |
Best sandwiches in Britain. Try my lovely nuts? Beautiful muffin for a beautiful lady. Morning, my future wife. |
church
Peter |
No surprises? |
Mark |
No surprises. |
Peter |
Not like the stag night? |
Mark |
Unlike the stag night. |
Peter |
Do you admit the Brazilian prostitutes were a mistake? |
Mark |
I do. |
Peter |
And it would’ve been much better if they’d not turned out to be men. |
Mark |
That is true. Good luck, kiddo. |
10downingstreet
Press |
Prime Minister! Prime Minister! Over here! |
David |
Thank you. |
Annie |
Welcome, Prime Minister. |
David |
Whoa. I must work on my wave. How are you? |
Annie |
How’re you feeling? |
David |
Erm … cool; powerful. |
Annie |
Would you like to meet your household staff? |
David |
Yes, I would like that very much indeed. Anything to put off actually running the country. |
Annie |
This is Terence. He’s in charge. |
Terence |
Good morning, sir. |
David |
Err, good morning. I had an uncle called Terence once. Hated him; I think he was a pervert, but I very much like the look of you. |
Annie |
This is Pat. |
David |
Hello, Pat. |
Pat |
Good morning, sir. I’m the housekeeper. |
David |
Oh, right. Well it should be a lot easier with me than with the last lot. No nappies; no teenagers; no scary wife. |
Annie |
And this is Natalie. She’s new, like you. |
David |
Hello, Natalie. |
Natalie |
Hello, David. I mean, sir. Shit, I can’t believe I’ve just said that. And now I’ve gone and said ”shit”. Twice. I’m so sorry, sir. |
David |
It’s fine; it’s fine. You could’ve said “fuck” and then we’d have been in real trouble. |
Natalie |
Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition I was going to fuck up on my first day. Oh, piss it. |
Annie |
Right. I’ll go ’n’ get my things, and then let’s fix the country, shall we? |
David |
Yeah, I can’t see why not. |
Pat |
[Whispering] It’s alright. |
Natalie |
[Whispering] Did you see what I did? |
Pat |
[Whispering] Yes, I did. |
Natalie |
[Whispering] I just went “Blurh”. |
David |
Hello there. |
Annie |
I’m right over here. |
David |
Yeah, I’m in here. OK. Good. Thank you. Ah. [Alone] Oh, no. That is so inconvenient. |
church
Vicar |
In the presence of God, Peter and Juliette have given their consent and made their marriage vows to each other. They’ve declared their marriage by the giving and receiving of rings. I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife. |
Music |
♪ [The Wedding March] |
Peter |
And you resisted the temptation for surprises. |
Mark |
Yeah, I’m mature now. |
Music |
♪ [The Wedding March becomes La Marsellaise.] |
Chorus |
♪ Love, love, love. Love, love, love. Love, love, love, love. Love, love, love, love. |
Juliette |
Did you do this? |
Peter |
Err, no. |
Singer |
♪ There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done. |
Peter |
Oh, it … |
Singer
All You Need Is Love: The Beatles |
♪ There’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung. ♪ There’s nothing you can say, but you can learn how to play the game. ♪ It’s easy. ♪ All you need is love; all you need is love. ♪ All you need is love, love. ♪ Love is all you need. |
Peter |
Look, it’s Pikey. |
jamie’shouse
Jamie |
Hello! What the hell are you doing here? |
Brother |
Oh, I just, err, popped over to borrow some old CDs. |
Jamie |
The lady of the house let you in, did she? |
Brother |
Err, yeah. |
Jamie |
Lovely, obliging girl. |
Brother |
Yeah. |
Jamie |
Oh, I, I just thought I’d pop back before the reception to see if she’s better. This is good. |
Brother |
Oh. |
Jamie |
Listen, erm, I’ve been thinking, I, I think perhaps we ought to take Mum out for her birthday on Friday. What do you think? I, I just feel we’ve been bad sons this year. |
Brother |
OK. Sounds fine: a bit, you know, boring, but fine. |
Girlfriend |
Hurry up, big boy. I’m naked and I want you at least twice before Jamie gets home. |
weddingreception
Juliette |
I am so happy to see you. |
Colin |
Delicious delicacy? |
Mark |
Err, no, thanks. |
Colin |
Taste explosion? Food? |
Nancy |
No, thanks. |
Colin |
Yeah, a bit dodgy, isn’t it? Looks like a dead baby’s finger. Ooh. Oh. Tastes like it, too. I’m Colin, by the way. |
Nancy |
I’m Nancy. |
Colin |
Wicked. And what do you do, Nancy? |
Nancy |
I’m a cook. |
Colin |
Ever do weddings? |
Nancy |
Yes, I do. |
Colin |
They should’ve asked you to do this one. |
Nancy |
They did. |
Colin |
God, I wish you hadn’t have turned it down. |
Nancy |
I didn’t. |
Colin |
[Embarrassed giggle] Right. |
backroom
Colin |
I’ve just worked out why I can never find true love. |
Tony |
Why’s that? |
Colin |
English girls. They’re stuck up, you see. And I am primarily attracted to girls who are y-you know, cooler, game for a laugh, like American girls. So, I should just go to America! I’d get a girlfriend there instantly. What do you think? |
Tony |
I think it’s … crap, Colin. |
Colin |
Nah, that’s where you’re wrong. American girls would seriously dig me with my cute British accent. |
Tony |
You don’t have a cute British accent. |
Colin |
Yes, I do! I’m going to America! |
Tony |
Colin, you’re a lonely, ugly arsehole. You must accept it. |
Colin |
Never. I am Colin, God of Sex. I’m just on the wrong continent, that’s all. |
church
Daniel |
Jo and I had err, a lot of time to prepare for this moment. Some of her err, requests, err, for instance that I should bring Claudia Schiffer as my date to the funeral, I was confident she expected me to ignore, but others she was pretty damn clear about. When she first mentioned what’s about to happen, I said “Over my dead body.” and she said “No, Daniel: over mine.” and, err, as usual, my darling girl, and Sam’s darling mum, was right. So, she’s going to say her final farewell to you, not through me, but, inevitably, ever so coolly, through the immortal genius of the Bay City Rollers. |
Music
Bye Bye Baby, by The Bay City Rollers |
♪ Bye-bye baby. Baby goodbye. ♪ Goodbye baby. Baby bye-bye, ah. ♪ Bye-bye baby. Don’t make me cry. ♪ Goodbye baby. Baby bye-bye. ♪ You’re the one girl in town I’d marry. ♪ Girl, I’d marry you now if I were free. ♪ I wish it could be. ♪ I could love you, but why begin it? ♪ ’Cause there ain’t any future in it. ♪ She’s got me, but I’m not free, so … |
weddingreception
Music
Same song continues
|
♪ Bye-bye baby. Baby goodbye. ♪ Goodbye baby. Baby bye-bye, ah. ♪ Bye-bye baby. Don’t make me cry. ♪ Goodbye baby. Baby bye-bye. ♪ Wish I’d never known you … |
Sarah |
Do you love him? |
Mark |
Err, err, what? |
Sarah |
No, I, I just thought I’d ask the blunt question in case it was the right one and you’d needed someone to talk to about it and n-no-one had ever asked you, so you’d never been able to talk about it even though you might’ve wanted to. |
Mark |
No. No. No. No is, is the answer. No, a-a-a-a-absolutely not. |
Sarah |
So that’s a no, then? |
Mark |
Yes. Erm … this, this DJ: what do you reckon? The worst in history? |
Sarah |
Probably. I think it all hangs on the next song. |
DJ |
Now here’s one for the lovers. That’s quite a few of you, I shouldn’t be surprised and a half. |
Music |
♪ And they call it puppy love. … [Puppy Love, by S Club Juniors] |
Mark |
He’s done it. It’s official. |
Sarah |
Worst DJ in the world. |
harry’scompany
Mia |
Sarah’s waiting for you. |
Harry |
Oh, yes, of course, erm, great, err good, good. How’re you doing, Mia? Are you settling in fine? Learning who to avoid? |
Mia |
Absolutely. |
Sarah |
Harry? |
Harry |
Sarah, switch off you phone and, err, tell me exactly how long it is that you’ve been working here. |
Sarah |
Two years, seven months, three days and I suppose, what, two hours? |
Harry |
And how long have you been in love with Karl, our enigmatic chief designer? |
Sarah |
Umm, two years, seven months, three days and, I suppose, an hour and thirty minutes. |
Harry |
Thought as much. |
Sarah |
Do you think everybody knows? |
Harry |
Yes. |
Sarah |
Do you think Karl knows? |
Harry |
Yes. |
Sarah |
Oh, that is, that is bad news. |
Harry |
Well I just thought that maybe the time had come to do something about it. |
Sarah |
Like what? |
Harry |
Invite him out for a drink and then, after about twenty minutes, casually drop into the conversation the fact that you’d like to marry him and have lots of sex and babies. |
Sarah |
You know that? |
Harry |
Yes … and so does Karl. Think about it, for all our sakes. It’s Christmas. |
Sarah |
Certainly. Excellent. Will do. Thanks, boss. |
Karl |
Hi, Sarah. |
Sarah |
Hi, Karl. |
Karl |
Excuse me. |
Radio |
♪ Christmas is All Around [Sarah’s mobile phone rings] |
Sarah |
Babe. Absolutely. Fire away. Mia, Mia, would you turn that down? What is that? |
radiostudio
DJ |
That was the Christmas effort from the once great Billy Mack. Oh dear me, how are the mighty fallen. I can safely put my hand on my arse and say that is the worst record I’ve heard this century. … Oh, and coincidentally, I believe Billy will be a guest on my friend Mike’s show in a few minutes’ time. Welcome back, Bill. |
Mike |
So, Billy, welcome back to the airwaves. New Christmas single: cover of Love Is All Around. |
Bill |
Except we’ve changed the word “love” to “Christmas”. |
Mike |
Yes, err, is that an important message to you, Bill? |
Bill |
Not really, Mike. Christmas is a time for people with someone they love in their lives. |
Mike |
And that’s not you? |
Bill |
That’s not me, Michael. When I was young and successful, I was greedy and foolish, and now I’m left with no-one, wrinkled and alone. |
Mike |
Wow. Thanks for that, Bill. |
Bill |
For what? |
Mike |
Well for actually giving a real answer to a question. It doesn’t often happen here at Radio Watford, I can tell you. |
Bill |
Ask me anything you like: I’ll tell you the truth. |
Mike |
The best shag you ever had. |
Bill |
Britney Spears. |
Mike |
Wow. |
Bill |
No, only kidding. She was rubbish! |
Mike |
OK, erm, here’s one. How do you think the new record compares to your old, classic stuff? |
Bill |
Oh come on, Mikey; you know as well as I do the record’s crap. But wouldn’t it be great if number one this Christmas wasn’t some smug teenager, but an old ex-heroin addict searching for a comeback at any price? All those young popsters come Christmas Day, they’ll be stretched out naked with a cute bird balancing on their balls and I’ll be stuck in some dingy flat with me manager, Joe – ugliest man in the world – fucking miserable because our fucking gamble didn’t pay off. So, if you believe in Father Christmas, children, like your Uncle Billy does, buy my festering turd of a record and particularly enjoy the incredible crassness of the moment when we try to squeeze an extra syllable into the fourth line. |
Mike |
I think you’re referring to err, “If you really love Christmas …” |
Bill |
“Come on and let it snow.” Ouch. |
Mike |
So, err, here it is one more time – the dark horse for this year’s Christmas number one – Christmas Is All Around. Thank you, Billy. After this, the news. Is the new Prime Minister in trouble already? |
cabinetroom10downingstreet
David |
OK, what’s next? |
Alex |
The President’s visit. |
David |
Ah, yes, yes. I fear this is going to be a difficult one to play. Alex. |
Alex |
There’s a very strong feeling in the party we mustn’t allow ourselves to be bullied from pillar to post like the last government. |
All |
Here, here. |
Minister |
This is our first really important test. Let’s take a stand. |
David |
Right, right. I understand that, but I have decided … not to. Not this time. We will, of course, try to be clever, but let’s not forget that America is the most powerful country in the world. I’m not going to act like a petulant child. Right, who do you have to screw round here to get a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit? Right. |
primeminister’soffice
David |
Yeah, come in. |
Natalie |
These’ve just come through from the treasury … |
David |
Uh-huh. |
Natalie |
and these are for you. |
David |
Excellent. Thanks a lot. |
Natalie |
Umm, I was hoping you’d win. Not that I wouldn’t have been nice to the other bloke, too; just always given him the boring biscuits with no chocolate. |
David |
Ha! Thanks very much, Thanks … Natalie. [Alone] God, come on; get a grip. You’re the Prime Minister, for God’s sake. |
deliveryvan
Colin |
Exciting news! |
Tony |
What? |
Colin |
I’ve bought a ticket to the States. I’m off in three weeks. |
Tony |
No! |
Colin |
Yes! To a fantastic place called Wisconsin. |
Tony |
No! |
Colin |
Yes! Wisconsin babes, here comes Sir Colin! Whoo-hoo! |
Tony |
No, Col! There are a few babes in America, I grant you, but they’re already going out with rich, attractive guys. |
Colin |
Now Tone, you’re just jealous. You know perfectly well that any bar anywhere in America contains ten girls more beautiful and more likely to have sex with me than the whole of the United Kingdom. |
Tony |
That is total bollocks. You’ve actually gone mad, now. |
Colin |
No, I’m wise. Stateside, I am Prince William without the weird family. |
Tony |
No, Colin. No! |
Colin |
Yes! |
Tony |
Nyet! |
Colin |
Da! |
Tony |
Nein! |
Colin |
Ja, darling! |
harry’scompany
Harry |
Right, the Christmas party: not my favourite night of the year, and your unhappy job to organise. |
Mia |
Tell me. |
Harry |
It’s basic, really. Find a venue, over-order on the drinks, bulk-buy the guacamole, and advise the girls to avoid Kevin if they want their breasts unfondled. |
Mia |
Wives and family and stuff? |
Harry |
Yeah, I mean not children, but their wives and girlfriends, et cetera. Oh Christ, you haven’t got some horrible six-foot, tight t-shirt-wearing boyfriend you’ll be bringing, have you? |
Mia |
No, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed. |
Harry |
Really? Right. |
danielandsam’shouse
Daniel |
He now spends all the time in his room. I mean, he’ll be up there now. |
Karen |
There’s nothing unusual about that. My horrid son – |
Daniel |
Bernard. |
Karen |
Bernard – stays in his room all the time … thank goodness. |
Daniel |
Yeah, but Karen this is ALL the time. I’m afraid that there’s something really wrong, you know? I mean, clearly it’s about his mum, but Christ, he, he might be injecting heroin into his eyeballs for all I know. |
Karen |
At the age of eleven? |
Daniel |
Well, maybe not his eyeballs, then. Maybe just his veins. You see the problem is it was his mum who always used to talk to him, you know and, I don’t know, this stepfather thing seems some, suddenly to somehow matter, like it never did before. |
Karen |
Listen, it was always going to be a totally shit time. Just be patient, and maybe check the room for needles. |
Daniel |
And then when he sometimes does come out, it’s, it’s obvious he’s been crying. [Crying] It’s just such a ridiculous waste. And now if it’s going to ruin Sam’s life as well, I just don’t know. |
Karen |
Get a grip. People hate sissies. No-one’s ever going to shag you if you cry all the time. |
Daniel |
Yeah. Absolutely. Helpful. |
riverthames
Daniel |
So, what’s the problem, Samuel? Is it just Mum, or is it something else, huh? Maybe school? Are you being bullied? Or is it something worse? Give me any clues, you know. |
Sam |
You really want to know? |
Daniel |
I really want to know. |
Sam |
Even though you won’t be able to do anything to help. |
Daniel |
Even if that’s the case, yeah. |
Sam |
OK, well, the truth is, actually, I’m in love. |
Daniel |
Sorry? |
Sam |
I know I should be thinking about Mum all the time and I am, but the truth is I’m in love, and I was before she died and there’s nothing I can do about it. |
Daniel |
Aren’t you a bit young to be in love? |
Sam |
No. |
Daniel |
Ah, well, OK, well, well, I, I’m a little relieved. |
Sam |
Why? |
Daniel |
Well because I thought it would be something worse. |
Sam |
Worse than the total agony of being in love? |
Daniel |
Err, no, you’re right. Yeah, total agony. |
harry’scompany
Karl |
Good night, Sarah. |
Sarah |
Night, Karl. [Mobile rings] Yeah, absolutely. Free as a bird. Fire away. |
frenchcottage
Jamie |
Alone again. Naturally. |
primeminister’soffice
Minister |
I’ll deal with it now. |
David |
Right. Ah, Natalie. |
Natalie |
Sir. |
David. |
Thanks. Natalie! Erm, I’m starting to feel uncomfortable about us working in such close proximity every day and me knowing so little about you. It seems, erm, it seems elitist and wrong. |
Natalie |
Well, there’s not much to know. |
David |
Well, erm, where do you live, for instance? |
Natalie |
Wandsworth: the dodgy end. |
David |
Ah, my sister lives in Wandsworth. |
Natalie |
Oh. |
David |
Yeah. So which exactly is the dodgy end? |
Natalie |
Right at the end of the High Street: Harris Street, near the Queen’s Head. |
David |
Ooh yeah, yeah. That is dodgy. |
Natalie |
Hmm. |
David |
Erm, and err, you live with you husband? Err, boyfriend? Three illegitimate but charming children? |
Natalie |
No, I’ve erm, I’ve just split up with my boyfriend actually, so I’m back with my mum and dad for a while. |
David |
Ah. Sorry. |
Natalie |
No, it’s fine. I’m well shot of him. He said I was getting fat. |
David |
I beg your pardon. |
Natalie |
He said no-one’s going to fancy a girl with thighs the size of big tree trunks. Not a nice guy, actually, in the end. |
David |
No. … You know, erm, being Prime Minister, I could just have him murdered. |
Natalie |
Thank you, sir. I’ll think about it. |
David |
Do. The S.A.S. are absolutely charming. Ruthless, trained killers are just a phone call away. [Alone] Oh God. Did you have this kind of problem? Yeah, of course you did, you saucy minx. |
danielandsam’slivingroom
Daniel |
So, let’s go. We can definitely crack this. Remember, I was a kid once, too. So, come on. It’s someone at school. Right? |
Sam |
Yeah. |
Daniel |
Uh-huh. Good, good. And what does she, he, feel about you? |
Sam |
SHE doesn’t even know my name, and even if she did she’d despise me. She’s the coolest girl in school, and everyone worships her because she’s Heaven. |
Daniel |
Good. Good. Well, basically you’re fucked, aren’t you? |
tvstudio
Music |
♪ All I Want For Christmas Is You, by Tessa Niles |
Ant |
Hi there and welcome back. So, Billy, three weeks till Christmas: looks like the big competition is going to be Blue. |
Bill |
Yeah. I, I saw them on the show last week. They weren’t very nice about my record. |
Dec |
No. Little scamps! |
Bill |
But very, very talented musicians. |
Dec |
Yeah. |
Ant |
Erm, Billy, I understand you’ve got a prize for our competition winners. |
Bill |
Yes, I have, Ant or Dec. It’s a, It’s a personalised felt tip pen! |
Dec |
Oh, great. |
Bill |
It’s brilliant. It ev, it even writes on glass, so if you, if you’ve got a framed picture, like, for instance, this one of Blue, you, you can just write on it. [Writes “We’ve got little pricks.”] |
Dec |
Err, a lot of kids watching, Billy. |
Bill |
Oh, yeah. Hiya kids. Here’s an important message from your Uncle Bill. – Don’t buy drugs. Become a pop star and they give you them for free. |
Dec |
And I do believe, err, it’s a commercial break. Thank goodness. We’ll see you soon. Bye-bye. |
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Girl |
Look at him. Urgh! |
Mark |
Just a minute. Actually, they’re not funny; they’re art. |
Girls |
[Laugh] |
Mark |
OK, let’s say err, Thursday, my place? |
Peter |
Great, but for now I’ve got Juliette on the other line. Can I patch you through? She wants to ask you a favour. |
Mark |
[Sigh] OK, fine. |
Peter |
Thanks, and, err, be nice. |
Mark |
I, I’m always nice. |
Peter |
You know what I mean, Marky: be friendly. |
Mark |
I’m always … |
Juliette |
Mark? |
Mark |
Hi. How was the honeymoon? |
Juliette |
Oh, it was great, and thanks for the gorgeous sendoff. |
Mark |
So, what can I do for you? |
Juliette |
It’s only a tiny favour. I’ve just tried the wedding video and it’s a complete disaster. It’s come out all blue and wibbly. |
Mark |
I’m sorry. |
Juliette |
I remember you filming a lot on the day and I just wondered if I could look at your stuff. |
Mark |
Ah no look, to be honest, I didn’t really, you know. |
Juliette |
Please. All I want is just one shot of me in a wedding dress that isn’t bright turquoise. |
Mark |
OK, I’ll have a look, but to be honest I’m pretty sure I wiped it, so don’t get any hopes up. Must go. |
harry’scompany
Harry |
Any progress with our matchmaking plans? |
Sarah |
No. I’ve done fuck all and never will because he’s too good for me. |
Harry |
How true. Ouch. |
Sarah |
Stop. [Mobile rings] |
Harry |
And of course, your mobile goes. |
Sarah |
Hello? Hi. How’re you doing? |
Harry |
So, err, how’s the Christmas party going? |
Mia |
Good. Think I’ve found a venue. Friend of mine works there. |
Harry |
What’s it like? |
Mia |
Good. Good. It’s an art gallery, full of dark corners for doing dark deeds. |
Harry |
Oh. Right. Good, well, I suppose I should take a look at it or something. |
Mia |
You should. |
frenchcottage
Jamie |
Ah, bonjour, Eleonore. |
Eleonore |
Bonjour, Monsieur Bennett. Welcome back. And this year you bring a lady guest? |
Jamie |
Err, no. There’s a change of situation. Just me. |
Eleonore |
Oh, am I sad or not sad? |
Jamie |
Well I, I think you’re not surprised. |
Eleonore |
And you stay here till Christmas? |
Jamie |
Yeah, yeah. |
Eleonore |
Good. Well, I find you a perfect lady to clean the house. This is Aurelia. |
Jamie |
Ah, err, bonjour, Aurelia. |
Aurelia |
Bonjour. |
Jamie |
Err, je suis, err, très heureux de vous avoir ici. [English: I am very happy for you have here.] |
Eleonore |
Unfortunately, she cannot speak French, just like you. She’s Portuguese. |
Jamie |
Ah, ah, buongiorno. [Italian for “Hello”] Eusebio, err, err, er,, molto bueno … |
Eleonore |
I think she’s ten years too young to remember about a footballer called Eusebio, and “molto bueno” is Spanish. |
Jamie |
Right. Err, anyway, it’s nice to meet you, and … |
Eleonore |
Perhaps you can drive her home at the end of her work. |
Jamie |
Oh absolutely, yes. Err, con, con grande, err, pl-plesura. [With great pleasure.] |
Eleonore |
Which is what? Turkish? |
jamie’scar
Jamie |
Bello. Err, bella. [Pretty] Err, mon, montagno; arvarez [Mountains, trees] … No, right. Silence is golden, as the Tremeloes said. Clever guys, erm, although I, I think the original version wa-was by erm, Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons. Gre- gre- great band. [♪ Silence is Golden tune] Oh shut up. |
10downingstreet
Press |
Mr President! Over here, sir! What will you be talking about? |
David |
Mr President, welcome. |
President |
It’s a pleasure to meet you. |
David |
Come on through. I’m sorry your wife couldn’t make it, by the way. |
President |
Oh, so is she, although she would have been kind of lonely, I’m sure. |
David |
Yes, pathetic, isn’t it? Just err, never been able to tie a girl down. Not sure that politics and dating really go together. |
President |
Really? I’ve never found that. |
David |
Yeah, well the difference is you’re still sickeningly handsome, whereas I look increasingly like my Aunt Mildred. Very jealous of your plane, by the way. |
President |
Oh thank you. We love that thing, I’ll tell you. |
David |
Ah! Ah, Natalie. Hi. |
President |
Morning, ma’am. How’s your day so far? |
Natalie |
[Giggle] |
President |
Excellent. [Sigh] My goodness, that’s a pretty little son of a bitch right there. Did you see those pipes? |
David |
Yeah, yeah, she’s terrific … at her job. |
meetingroom10downingstreet
US Delegate |
No, absolutely not. We cannot and will not consult on that, either. |
Alex |
That is unexpected. |
President |
Well it shouldn’t be. The last administration made it perfectly clear. We’re just being consistent with their policies. |
Alex |
Well with all respect, sir, they were bad policies. |
David |
Right, thanks, Alex. I don’t think we’re making progress here. Let’s, erm … move on, shall we? |
sittingroom10downingstreet
David |
Well, now, that was, err, an interesting day. |
President |
Sorry if our line was firm, but there’s no point in tiptoeing around today and then just disappointing you for four years. I mean I have plans and I, I plan to see them through. |
David |
Absolutely. Now there is one final thing I think we should look at; it’s very close to my heart. If you just give me a second. |
President |
I’ll give you anything you ask for, as long as it’s not something I don’t want to give. |
David |
[To Natalie] Hi. [Alone] Pathetic. |
President |
It’s great Scotch. |
Natalie |
I’ll erm, I’ll be going then. |
President |
Err Natalie, I hope to see much more of you as our two great countries work toward a better future. |
Natalie |
Thank you, sir. |
pressconference10downingstreet
David |
Err, yes, Peter. |
Peter |
Err, Mr President, err, has it been a good visit? |
President |
Very satisfactory indeed. We err, got what we came for, and our special relationship is still very special. |
Peter |
Erm, Prime Minister? |
David |
I love that word “relationship”. Covers all manner of sins, doesn’t it? I fear that this has become a bad relationship: a relationship based on the President taking exactly what he wants, and casually ignoring all those things that really matter to erm … Britain. We may be a small country, but we’re a great one, too – a country of Shakespeare; Churchill; The Beatles; Sean Connery; Harry Potter; David Beckham’s right foot; David Beckham’s left foot, come to that – and a friend who bullies us is no longer a friend, and since bullies only respond to strength, from now onward, I will be prepared to be much stronger, and the President should be prepared for that. |
Journalist |
Mr President! Mr President! |
David |
Joe. |
afterpressconference
Mary |
It’s your sister on line four. |
David |
Alright. Err, yes, I’m very busy and important; how can I help you? |
Karen |
Have you gone completely insane? |
David |
Well you can’t be sensible all the time. |
Karen |
You can if you’re Prime Minister. |
David |
Oh dear, it’s the Chancellor of the Exchequor on the other line. |
Karen |
No, it isn’t. |
David |
I’ll call you back. |
Karen |
No, you won’t! You … [To Harry] The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is that it does put your life into rather harsh perspective. What did my brother do today? He stood up and fought for his country, and what did I do? I made a papier-mâché lobster head. |
Harry |
What is this we’re listening to? |
Karen |
Joni Mitchell. |
Harry |
I can’t believe you still listen to Joni Mitchell. |
Karen |
I love her, and true love lasts a lifetime. Joni Mitchell is the woman who taught your cold English wife how to feel. |
Harry |
Did she? Oh, well, that’s good. I must write to her some time and say thanks. |
Karen |
Now which doll should we give Daisy’s little friend Emily: the one that looks like a transvestite, or the one that looks like a dominatrix? |
primeminister’sbedroom
DJ |
It’s almost enough to make you feel patriotic, so here’s one for our arse-kicking Prime Minister. I think he’ll enjoy this: a golden oldie for a golden oldie. |
Music
Jump, by the Pointer Sisters |
♪ Hold me. ♪ I’ll give you all that you need. ♪ Wrap your love around me. ♪ You’re so excited; ♪ I can feel you getting hotter. ♪ Oh baby. ♪ I’ll take you down; I’ll take you down ♪ Where no-one’s ever gone before ♪ And if you want more, ♪ If you want more, more, more, then ♪ Jump for my love. ♪ Jump in and feel my touch. ♪ Jump. If you want to taste my kisses in the night, then ♪ Jump for my love. ♪ I’ll take you down; I’ll take you down ♪ Where no-one’s ever gone … |
David |
Yeah, erm, Mary, I’ve been thinking. Can we move the Japanese Ambassador to four o’clock tomorrow? |
Mary |
Certainly, sir. |
David |
Terrific. Thanks so much. |
frenchcottage
Jamie |
Erm, would you like the last err …? |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Thank you very much, but no. If you saw my sister, you’d understand why. |
Jamie |
That’s alright. More for me. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Just don’t go eating it all yourself. You’re getting chubbier every day. |
Jamie |
I’m very lucky; I’ve got one of those constitutions where I never put on weight. [Phone rings] Hello? Oop! Sorry. Hello? |
outsidefrenchcottage
Jamie |
Thank you. |
Aurelia |
Não! Eu peço imensa desculpa. |
Jamie |
Oh no. Hold on. Oh, God, it’s half the book. |
Aurelia |
Que desastre. [English: What a disaster.] |
Jamie |
Oh no, just, just leave them. Please! They’re not important. They’re they’re not worth it! Err, stop! Stop. Aa-ahh! It’s all just rubbish. Just leave it. Oh, God, she’s in. Right, and now she’ll think I’m a total spaz if I don’t go in, too. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Fuck! It’s cold! |
Jamie |
Fuck! It’s freezing! Fuck! |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] This stuff had better be good. |
Jamie |
It’s not worth it; you know this isn’t bloody Shakespeare. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] I don’t want to drown saving some shit my grandmother could have written. |
Jamie |
Just stop. Stop. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] What kind of idiot doesn’t make copies? |
Jamie |
I really must do copies. You know, there’d better not be eels in here. I can’t stand eels. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Try not to disturb the eels. |
Jamie |
Oh God, what the hell is that? |
frenchcottage
Jamie |
Thank you. Thank you so much. I know. I’ll name one of the characters after you. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Maybe you could name one of the characters after me, or give me fifty percent of the profits. |
Jamie |
Or, I could give you five percent of the profits. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] What kind of book is it? [Gestures] Romance? |
Jamie |
Ah, ah, ah yes, it’s umm, [Makes horror film sound effects], err. |
Aurelia |
Ah, err, [Portuguese] thriller; crime. |
Jamie |
Yes. Sim. Crime. Crime; err, murder. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Frightening? [Gasp] |
Jamie |
Err, scary? Err, ye-yes. Sometimes, sometimes scary, and err sometimes not. Mainly, mainly scary how bad the writing is. |
Aurelia |
Mm. [Portuguese] I’d better get back to work. |
Jamie |
Ah. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Later, you’ll drive me home? |
Jamie |
Err, err, sure, sure. It’s my favourite time of day: driving you. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] It’s the saddest part of my day: leaving you. |
Jamie |
Sorry. |
mark’shouse
TV |
And coming up later this morning, it’s this guy [Bill sings]: the bad granddad of rock ‘n’ roll, here at ten-thirty. Do not switch off. |
Juliette |
Banoffee pie? |
Mark |
No, thanks. |
Juliette |
Thank God. You would’ve broken my heart if you’d said yes. |
Mark |
Oh right, well, lucky you. |
Juliette |
Can I come in? |
Mark |
Err, yeah, well, I’m a bit busy … |
Juliette |
I was just passing and I thought we might check that video thing out. I thought I might be able to swap it for some pie, or maybe … Munchies. |
Mark |
Actually, I was being serious. I don’t’ know where it is. I, I’ll have a look round tonight, then … |
Juliette |
Mark. Can I say something? |
Mark |
Yeah. |
Juliette |
I know you’re Peter’s best friend and I know you’ve never particularly warmed to me. Look, don’t, don’t argue. We’ve never got friendly. But I just wanted to say I hope that can change. I’m nice. I really am, apart from my terrible taste in pie and … It would be great if we could be friends. |
Mark |
Absolutely. Absolutely. |
Juliette |
Great. |
Mark |
Doesn’t mean we’ll be able to find the video, though. I had a real search when you first called and couldn’t find any trace of it, so … |
Juliette |
Well there’s one here that says “Peter and Juliette’s Wedding”. Do you think we might be on the right track? |
Mark |
Err, yeah, well … Wow! That, that could be it. |
Juliette |
Do you mind if I just …? |
Mark |
I’ve probably taped over it. Almost everything’s episodes of West Wing on it. Erm. Oh. |
Juliette |
Oh, bingo. That’s lovely. Well done, you. Oh, that’s gorgeous. Thank you so much, Mark; this is exactly what I was hoping for. I look quite pretty. You’ve stayed rather close, haven’t you? … They’re all of me. |
Mark |
Yeah. Yeah. Yes. |
Juliette |
But you never talk to me. You always talk to Peter. You don’t like me. |
Mark |
I hope it’s useful. Don’t show it around too much. Needs a bit of editing. Look, I’ve got to get to a … lunch – early lunch. You can just show yourself out, can’t you? It’s a … self-preservation thing, you see. |
Music
Here With Me, by Dido |
♪ Oh I am what I am. ♪ I’ll do what I want, ♪ But I can’t hide, ♪ And I won’t go; ♪ I won’t sleep; ♪ And I can’t breathe ♪ Until you’re resting here with me, ♪ And I won’t leave ♪ And I can’t hide. ♪ I cannot be ♪ Until you’re resting here, ♪ And I won’t go, ♪ And I won’t sleep, ♪ And I can’t breathe ♪ Until you’re resting here with me. |
primeminister’soffice
David |
Yeah. Annie. My darling, my dream, my boat. Ah … Need you to do a favour for me. |
Annie |
Of course. Anything for the hero of the hour. |
David |
Don’t ask me why, and for Heaven’s sake don’t read stuff into this; it’s just a weird personality thing, but, erm, you know Natalie who works here? |
Annie |
The chubby girl? |
David |
Ooh, would we call her chubby? |
Annie |
I think there’s a pretty sizeable arse there, yes sir. Huge thighs. |
David |
Yeah. Well whatever, erm … I’m sure she’s a lovely girl, but I, I wonder if you could, erm … redistribute her. |
Annie |
It’s done. |
danielandsam’shouse
Daniel |
Hey, Sammo. Can’t sleep? |
Sam |
I got some terrible news today. |
Daniel |
Let’s have it. |
Sam |
Joanna’s going back to America. |
Daniel |
Your girl’s American? |
Sam |
Yes, she’s American. She’s not my girl. And she’s going back to America. That’s the end of my life as I know it. |
Daniel |
That is bad news. Well, we need Kate and we need Leo, and we need them now. Come on. |
TV: Jack |
Hold on. Hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me? |
TV: Rose |
I trust you. |
Daniel |
Do you trust me? |
Sam |
I trust you. |
Daniel |
Fool! |
Sam |
Get off, you big bully! |
TV: Jack |
Alright, open you eyes. |
Daniel |
You know, Sammy, I’m sure she’s unique and extraordinary, but general wisdom is that in the end there isn’t just one person for each of us. |
Sam |
There was for Kate and Leo, there was for you, and there is for me. She’s the one. |
Daniel |
Fair enough. And her name’s Joanna? |
Sam |
Yeah, I know: same as Mum. |
drawingroom10downingstreet
David |
Yeah. |
Waitress |
Prime Minister. |
David |
Thank you very much. |
frenchcottage
Jamie |
Oh, appolo, erm, appologia. [Sorry.] Grande, err, grande familio [Big family]; grande tradizione de [Big tradition of] Christmas presents. Stupido. [Stupid] |
port
Jamie |
Well, goodbye. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Thank you. |
Jamie |
Erm, it was, erm … |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] I will miss you, and your very slow typing, and your very bad driving. |
musicvideo
Bill |
♪ You know I love Christmas: I always will. ♪ My mind’s made up, the way that I feel. ♪ There’s no beginning; there’ll be no end, ♪ ’Cause on Christmas you can depend. |
danielandsam’shouse
Sam |
Daniel! I have a plan. |
Daniel |
Thank the Lord. Tell me. |
Sam |
Well, girls love musicians, don’t they? |
Daniel |
Uh-huh. |
Sam |
Even the really weird ones get girlfriends. |
Daniel |
That’s right. Meat Loaf definitely got laid at least once. For God’s sake, Ringo Starr married a Bond girl. |
Sam |
Whatever. There’s this big concert at the end of term and Joanna’s in it, and I thought maybe if I was in the band and played absolutely superbly, there’s a chance that she might actually fall in love with me. What do you think? |
Daniel |
I think it’s brilliant. I think it’s stellar, a-a-apart from the one obvious tiny little baby little hiccough. |
Sam |
I don’t play a musical instrument? |
Daniel |
Yes, sir. |
Sam |
A tiny, insignificant detail. |
christmasparty
Music
Too Lost In You, by Sugababes |
♪ You look into my eyes. ♪ I go out of my mind. ♪ I can’t see anything ♪ ’Cause this love’s got me blind. ♪ I can’t help myself. ♪ I can’t break the spell. ♪ I can’t even try. ♪ Baby I’m too lost in you, ♪ Caught in you, ♪ Lost in everything about you … |
Karen |
Well I suppose I should do the duty round. |
Harry |
You’re a saint. |
Mia |
Any chance of a dance with the boss? |
Harry |
Yeah, sure, sure. As long as your boyfriend doesn’t mind. |
Mia |
Not my boyfriend. |
Harry |
You’re looking very pretty tonight. |
Mia |
It’s for you. |
Harry |
Sorry? |
Mia |
It’s all for you, sir. |
sittingroom10downingstreet
TV: Parky |
This must be a very exciting moment for you, fighting for the Christmas number one. How’s it looking so far? |
TV: Bill |
Very bad, indeed. Blue are outselling me five to one, but I’m hoping for a late surge. And, if I reach number one, I promise to sing a song stark naked on TV on Christmas Eve. |
TV: Parky |
Would you mean that? |
TV: Bill |
Well of course I mean it, Michael. Do you want a preview? You old flirt. |
TV: Parky |
Now that’ll never make number one. |
christmasparty
Sarah |
I suppose it’s his job to dance with everyone, isn’t it? |
Karen |
Some more than others. |
Karl |
Just one dance? Before we run out of chances? |
Sarah |
Who? Me? |
Karl |
Unless you, you just … |
Sarah |
No! No! Good. Yes. Thanks. |
Music
Turn Me On, by Norah Jones |
♪ Like a flower waiting to bloom, ♪ Like a light bulb in a dark room, ♪ I’m just sitting here waiting for you ♪ To come on home and turn me on. ♪ Like the desert waiting for the rain, ♪ Like a schoolkid waiting for the spring, ♪ I’m just sitting here waiting for you ♪ To come on home and turn me on. ♪ Turn me on. |
sarah’sflat
Karl |
Well, then. I’d better go. |
Sarah |
OK. |
Karl |
Good night. |
Sarah |
Good night. |
Karl |
Actually, I don’t have to go. |
Sarah |
Right. Good. |
Karl |
I mean … |
Sarah |
No, no, no, no, that’s good. Just, erm, would you excuse me for one second? |
Karl |
Yeah, sure. |
Sarah |
Just one second. … Erm, OK. That’s done. Erm, why don’t you come upstairs in about ten seconds? |
Karl |
Ten seconds. |
Sarah |
Ten seconds. |
Music
Songbird, by Eva Cassidy |
♪ For you, there’ll be no crying. ♪ For you, the sun will be shining, ♪ ’Cause I feel that when I’m with you. ♪ It’s all right. |
Sarah |
Just tug it. |
Karl |
OK. |
Music |
♪ I know it’s right. ♪ And the songbirds keep singing like they know the score ♪ And I love you, I love you, I love you … |
Karl |
You’re beautiful. |
Music |
♪ Like never before. [Mobile rings] |
Sarah |
Hello. Hi. Hello, darling. No, no, I’m not busy. No, fire away. Right. Yes, I, I, I, I’m not quite sure it’s going to be possible to get the Pope on the phone tonight, but … Yes, yes, I, I’m sure he’s, he’s very good at exorcism, but … Well, I’m sure Jon Bon Jovi is as well and I’ll definitely look into it. OK? OK, I’ll, I’ll talk to you later. Alright. Bye-bye. [To Karl] Sorry about that. |
Karl |
No, it’s fine. |
Sarah |
It’s my brother. He’s not well; he calls a lot. |
Karl |
I’m sorry. |
Sarah |
No, it’s fine. It’s fine. I mean, it, it’s not really fine; it is what it is, and sort of there being no parents now and us being over here, it’s, it’s my job to keep an eye on him – I mean not my job, obviously, I’m, I’m glad to do it … |
Karl |
That’s OK. I mean life is full of interruptions and complications. So … [Mobile rings] Will it make him better? |
Sarah |
No. |
Karl |
Then maybe … don’t answer. |
Sarah |
Hey. How’re you doing? Mm. Right, right. Oh no, oh please. Oh, please, please, please don’t, little darling. I … Between the two of us we-we’ll find the answer and it won’t hurt any more. No, no, no, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m not busy. I … Yeah of course, if, if you want me to come over I will. Mm-hmm? OK. |
harryandkaren’shouse
Karen |
That was a good night, except I felt fat. |
Harry |
Don’t be ridiculous. |
Karen |
It’s true. Nowadays the only clothes I can get into were once owned by Pavarotti. |
Harry |
I always think Pavarotti dresses very well. |
Karen |
Mia’s very pretty. |
Harry |
Is she? |
Karen |
You know she is, darling. Be careful there. |
hospital
Sarah |
Have you been watching stuff on TV? |
Michael |
Yeah, every night … |
Sarah |
Oh good. |
Michael |
and every day. … The nurses are trying to kill me. |
Sarah |
Nobody’s trying to kill you, babe. [To nurse] Thank you. [To Michael] Don’t do that, my darling. [To nurse] Thank you. [To Michael] Don’t do that. |
harry’scompany
Harry |
Right, I’m back at three. Christmas shopping: never an easy or a pleasant task. |
Mia |
Are you going to get me something? |
Harry |
Err, I don’t know. I hadn’t thought. Where’s Sarah, by the way? |
Mia |
She couldn’t make it in today. Family thing. |
Harry |
There’s a word for “hangover” I’ve never heard before. See you later. |
Mia |
Yes. Looking forward to it. A lot. |
street
Harry |
Are you going to give me something? |
Mia |
I thought I made it clear last night. When it comes to me, you can have everything. |
Harry |
So, erm, what do you need? Something along the stationery line? Are you short of staplers? |
Mia |
No. I don’t want something I need. I want something I want: something pretty. |
Harry |
Right. Right. |
Karen |
Sorry I’m late. I had to drop off Bernie at rehearsal. |
selfridge’sdepartmentstore
Karen |
Right, well listen, you keep yourself occupied for ten minutes while I go and do the boring stuff for our mothers. |
Rufus |
Looking for anything in particular, sir? |
Harry |
Yes, erm, that necklace there: how much is it? |
Rufus |
It’s ₤270 [two hundred and seventy pounds], sir. |
Harry |
Erm, alright, err, I’ll have it. |
Rufus |
Lovely. Would you like it … gift-wrapped? |
Harry |
Err, yes, alright. |
Rufus |
Lovely. Let me just pop it in the box. There. |
Harry |
Look, could we be quite quick? |
Rufus |
Certainly, sir. Ready in the flashiest of flashes. There. |
Harry |
That’s great. |
Rufus |
Not quite finished. |
Harry |
Look, look actually I don’t, I don’t need a bag; I’ll just put it in my pocket. |
Rufus |
Oh, this isn’t a bag, sir. |
Harry |
Really? |
Rufus |
This is so much more than a bag. Ooh! |
Harry |
Could we be quite quick, please? |
Rufus |
Prontissimo. |
Harry |
What’s that? |
Rufus |
It’s a cinnamon stick, sir. |
Harry |
Actually, I really, err, can’t wait. |
Rufus |
You won’t regret it, sir. |
Harry |
Want to bet? |
Rufus |
‘Tis but the work of a moment. There we go. Almost finished. |
Harry |
Almost finished? What else can there be? Are you going to dip it in yoghurt? Cover it with chocolate buttons? |
Rufus |
Oh no, sir. We’re going to pop it in the Christmas box. |
Harry |
But I don’t want a Christmas box. |
Rufus |
But you said you wanted it gift-wrapped, sir. |
Harry |
I did, but … |
Rufus |
This is the final flourish. |
Harry |
Can I just pay? |
Rufus |
All we need now … |
Harry |
Oh, God. |
Rufus |
is a sprig of holly. |
Harry |
No, no, no, no. No bloody holly. |
Rufus |
But sir, the … |
Harry |
Oh leave it, leave it, just leave it. |
Karen |
Ooh! Loitering around the jewellery section, I see. |
Harry |
No, I was just looking around, you know. |
Karen |
Don’t worry. My expectations are not that high after thirteen years of Mr. Oh-But-You-Always-Love-Scarves, Actually, I do love this one. |
tony’sflat
Music |
♪ I’ve got to know: where do the lonely hearts go? (All Alone On Christmas, by Darlene Love) |
Colin |
Hey. |
Tony |
What are you doing here? |
Colin |
Had to rent out my flat to pay for my ticket. |
Tony |
You’re not actually going ahead with this genuinely stupid plan? |
Colin |
Yeah I bloody am. You think this backpack is full of clothes? Like hell it is. It is chock-a-block full of condoms. |
harryandkaren’shouse
Karen |
Explain to me again why you’re so late. |
Harry |
Oh, for Heaven’s sake, woman. Can’t a man have any secrets? |
Karen |
Get this off. We’ve been waiting for hours; it’s the first ever preview. … It was a starry night in ancient Jerusalem, and the baby Jesus was in his manger. |
languageschool
Student 1 |
Sherlock Holmes is not a real detective. |
Student 2 |
[Russian] Is this the way to the railway station? |
Student 3 |
I would like half pint of churly. |
Student 4 |
I would like a one-day travel card. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Oh my God. I have a terrible stomachache. It must have been the prawns. |
Student 6 |
Milton Keynes has many roundabouts. |
canarywharfundergroundstation
Jamie |
[Portuguese] My goodness, this is a very big fish! It tastes delicious! |
harryandkaren’shouse
Music (continuing)
All Alone On Christmas, by Darlene Love |
♪ Nobody ought to be all alone on Christmas. ♪ All alone on Christmas. ♪ Nobody ought to be all alone on Christmas. ♪ Tell me: I’ve got to know. | |
Card: |
Sorry I’m such a grumpy bugger. Bad Harry. | |
♪ Nobody ought to be all alone on Christmas. ♪ Don’t leave me alone. |
heathrowairport
Tony |
You’ll come back a broken man. |
Colin |
Yeah, back-broken from too much sex. |
Tony |
You are on the road to disaster. |
Colin |
No, I am on shag highway, heading west. Farewell, failure. America, watch out! Here comes Colin Frissell and he’s got a big knob. |
milwaukeetaxi
Colin |
Take me to a bar. |
Driver |
What kind of bar? |
Colin |
Just any bar. Just your average American bar. |
bar
Barman |
Can I help you? |
Colin |
Yes, I’d like a Budweiser, please. King of beers. |
Barman |
Bud coming up. |
Stacey |
Oh my God. Are you from England? |
Colin |
Yes. |
Stacey |
Oh, that is so cute. Hi, I’m Stacey. [Giggle] Jeannie? |
Jeannie |
Yeah? |
Stacey |
This is … |
Colin |
Colin … Frissell. |
Jeannie |
Cute name. Jeannie. |
Stacey |
He’s from England. |
Colin |
Yep. Basildon. |
Jeannie |
Oh. |
Stacey |
Oh. |
Jeannie |
Wait till Carol-Anne gets here. She’s crazy about English guys. |
Stacey |
Uh-huh. |
Carol-Anne |
Hey, girls. |
Jeannie |
Carol-Anne, come meet Colin. He’s from England. |
Carol-Anne |
Well step aside, ladies. This one’s on me. Hey, gorgeous. |
Colin |
[Growl] |
Stacey |
That is so funny. What, what do you call that? |
Colin |
Err, bottle. |
Girls |
[English accent] Bottle. |
Carol-Anne |
What about this? |
Colin |
Err, straw. |
Girls |
[English accent] Straw. |
Jeannie |
What about this? |
Colin |
Err, table. |
Jeannie |
Table. Oh. It’s … |
Girls |
the same. |
Carol-Anne |
Where are you staying? |
Colin |
I don’t actually know. I guess I just check into a motel like they do in the movies. |
Stacey |
Oh my God, oh my God, that is so cute. |
Jeannie |
No, no, no, listen. This may be a bit pushy ’cause we just met you, but why don’t you come back and sleep at our place? |
Carol-Anne |
Yeah. |
Stacey |
Yeah. |
Colin |
Err, well, I mean, you know, if it’s not too much of an inconvenience. |
Jeannie |
Hell, no. |
Carol-Anne |
But there’s one problem. |
Colin |
What? |
Jeannie |
Well we’re not the richest of girls, you know, so we just have a little bed and no couch, so you’d have to share with all three of us. |
Carol-Anne |
And on this cold, cold night it’s going to be crowded and sweaty and stuff. |
Jean. & Sta. |
Yeah. |
Stacey |
And we can’t even afford pyjamas … |
Colin |
No? |
Jeannie |
which means … we would be naked. |
Colin |
No, no, I think it’d be fine. |
Girls |
Great! |
Carol-Anne |
Erm, the thing that’s going to make it more crowded … Harriet. You haven’t met Harriet. |
Colin |
There’s a fourth one? |
Girls |
Yeah. |
Stacey |
Don’t worry; you’re totally going to like her, ’cause she is “the sexy one”. |
Colin |
Really? |
Jeannie |
Yeah. |
Colin |
Wow. Praise the Lord! |
Jeannie |
And he’s a Christian! |
All |
Cheers! |
Music Wherever You Will Go: The Ceiling |
♪ If I could, then I would. I’ll go wherever you will go. ♪ Way up high, or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go. ♪ If I could turn back time … |
harryandkaren’shouse
Karen |
One present only each tonight. Who’s got one for Dad? |
Bernard |
I have. |
Harry |
No, let Mummy go first. |
Daisy |
I’ll get it! I’ll get it! |
Karen |
No, no, no, no, no. I want to choose mine. I want to choose mine. I think I want … this one. |
Harry |
I have of course bought the traditional scarf as well, but this is my other, slightly special, personal one. |
Karen |
Thank you. That’s a real first. |
Bernard |
Rip it! |
Daisy |
What is it? |
Karen |
I’m going to … alright, I’ll rip it. … God, that’s a surprise. |
Daisy |
What is it? |
Karen |
It’s a CD. Joni Mitchell, wow. |
Harry |
To continue your emotional education. |
Karen |
Yes. Goodness. That’s great. |
Harry |
My brilliant wife. |
Karen |
Ah, yes. Actually, umm, do you mind if I just absent myself for a second? All that ice-cream. Err … Darling, could you make, just make sure the kids are ready to go? I’ll be back in a minute. |
Harry |
[To children] Alright, take it easy. |
Bernard |
Mine first. Mine. |
Music
Both Sides Now: Joni Mitchell |
♪ Moons and Junes, and Ferris wheels; ♪ The dizzy, dancing way that you feel: ♪ As every fairy tale comes real, ♪ I’ve looked at love that way. ♪ But now it’s just another show ♪ And you leave them laughing when you go, ♪ And if you care, don’t let them know: ♪ Don’t give yourself away. ♪ I’ve looked at love from both sides now: ♪ From give and take, and still somehow ♪ It’s love’s illusions that I recall. ♪ I really don’t know love. I really don’t know love at all. ♪ Tears and fears, and feeling proud; ♪ To say “I love you.” right out loud; ♪ Dreams and schemes, and circus crowds: ♪ I’ve looked at life that way. ♪ Oh, but now old friends … [continued through Karen’s speech] |
Karen and Music |
Oh, my God. It’s a miracle. ♪ They’re acting strange. You’re all dressed. Come on, come on, come on; we’re horribly late. Come on then. In the car, in the car. ♪ They shake their heads, and they tell him that I’ve changed. ♪ Well, something’s lost, but something’s gained. ♪ In living every day … |
danielandsam’shouse
Daniel |
Has she noticed you yet? |
Sam |
No, but you know the thing about romance is people only get together right at the very end. |
Daniel |
Of course. |
Sam |
By the way, I feel bad. I never ask you how your love life is going. |
Daniel |
Err-huh! No. As you know, that was a done deal long ago, unless, of course, Claudia Schiffer calls, in which case I want you out of the house straight away, you wee motherless mongrel. |
Sam |
Oh. |
Daniel |
No no, we’ll want to have sex in every room, including yours. |
london
DJ |
It’s a rainy Christmas Eve all over the U.K, and the big question is who is number one on the Radio One chart show tonight? Is it Blue or the unexpected Christmas sensation from Billy Mack? Well you might have guessed it, although you may not believe it. It’s Billy Mack. |
londoncityhall
Joe |
You are the champion! |
Crowd |
Shh. |
DJ |
Hi, Billy. |
Bill |
Hello. |
DJ |
We’re live across the nation and you’re number one. How will you be celebrating? |
Bill |
I don’t know. Err, either, I could behave like a real rock ‘n’ roll loser and get drunk with my fat manager … or, when I hang up, I’ll be flooded by invitations to a large number of glamorous parties. |
DJ |
Let’s hope it’s the latter, and here it is, number one from Billy Mack: it’s Christmas Is All Around. |
Bill |
Oh, Jesus, not that crap again! |
Executive |
Bill. It’s for you, babe. |
Bill |
Hello. Elton! O-Of course. O-Of course. Send an embarrassingly big car and I’ll be there. It’s going to be a very good Christmas. |
jamie’sfamilyhome
Sister |
Oh, look everyone. It’s Uncle Jamie. |
Girl 1 |
Hi, Uncle Jamie! |
Jamie |
Well yes, oh, splendid. It’s lovely, it’s lovely to see you all, and err … I’m off, actually. |
Mother |
But, Jamie, darling. |
Jamie |
Sorry. Man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. |
Girl 1 |
I hate Uncle Jamie. |
Girl 2 |
I hate Uncle Jamie. |
Boy |
I hate Uncle Jamie. |
Jamie |
Gatwick Airport, please. Fast as you can. |
harry’scompany
Karl |
Night, Sarah. |
Sarah |
Night, Karl. |
Karl |
I erm … Merry Christmas. |
Sarah |
Merry Christmas. [Sarah phones Michael] Hi babe, how’s it going? Yeah. Is it all party party party down there? |
drawingroom10downingstreet
Label |
Read these – A random sample! |
danielandsam’shouse
Daniel |
Sam. Time for dinner. |
Sam |
I’m not hungry. |
Daniel |
Sam, I’ve done chicken kebabs. |
Sam |
Look at the sign on the door. |
Daniel |
Right. |
hospital
Sarah |
It’s a little long. |
peterandjuliette’shouse
Juliette |
I’ll get it. Oh, hi. |
Peter |
Who is it? |
Card 1 |
Say it’s carol singers. |
Juliette |
It’s carol singers. |
Peter |
Well give them a quid and tell them to bugger off. |
Cards 2-13 and Music |
♪ Silent night, [Silent Night – Traditional Christmas Carol, sung here by Pre Teens] With any luck, by next year ♪ Holy night, I’ll be going out with one of these girls … ♪ All is calm; [Card 4 has pictures of supermodels.] ♪ All is bright. But for now let me say ♪ Round yon virgin Without hope or agenda ♪ Mother and child, ♪ Holy infant Just because it’s Christmas ♪ So tender and mild: (And at Christmas you tell the truth) ♪ Sleep in Heavenly peace. To me, you are perfect. ♪ Sleep in Heavenly peace. And my wasted heart will love you ♪ Silent night, Until you look like this … ♪ Holy night, [Card 12 has a picture of a corpse.] ♪ Shepherds quake Merry Christmas ♪ At the sight. |
Juliette |
[Whisper] Merry Christmas |
Music
Silent Night continues |
♪ Glories stream ♪ From Heaven afar. ♪ Heavenly hosts ♪ Sing alleluia. ♪ Christ the saviour is born. [Kiss] ♪ Christ the saviour is born. |
Mark |
Enough. Enough now. |
joe’sflat
Joe |
What the hell are you doing here? I mean you’re supposed to be at Elton John’s. |
Bill |
Yeah, well, I, I was there for a minute or two and then, then I had an epiphany. |
Joe |
Really? |
Bill |
Yeah. |
Joe |
Come on. Just come up. So, umm, what was this epiphany? |
Bill |
Erm, it wa, it was about Christmas. |
Joe |
You realised it was all around. |
Bill |
No. I re, I realised that Christmas is, is the time to be with the people you love. |
Joe |
Right. |
Bill |
And, I realised that, as dire chance and, and, and fateful cockup would have it, here I am, mid-fifties, and without knowing it I’ve gone and spent most of my adult life with a, with a chubby employee, and, and much as it grieves me to say it, it, it might be that the people I love is, in fact … you. |
Joe |
Well this is a surprise. |
Bill |
Yeah. |
Joe |
Ten minutes at Elton John’s, you’re as gay as a maypole? |
Bill |
No, look, I’m s, I’m serious here. I left Elton’s, where there were a hefty number of half-naked chicks with their mouthes open in order to hang out with you, at Christmas. |
Joe |
Well, Bill … |
Bill |
It’s a terrible, terrible mistake, Chubbs, but you turn out to be the fucking love of my life. And to be honest, despite all my complaining, we have had a wonderful life. |
Joe |
Well, thank you. I mean, err, come on, it’s been an honour. I feel very proud. |
Bill |
Oh, don’t, don’t be a moron. … Come on, let’s get pissed and watch porn. |
drawingroom10downingstreet
Card 1 |
Prime Minister, Seasonal Wishes and Best Wishes for the coming year. Here’s to another prosperous year. Lord Olivier. |
Card 2 |
Prime Minister, Seasons Greetings for Christmas and the New Year. M. Suiz. Sir Mike Suiz … |
Card 3 |
Dear sir, Dear David, Merry Christmas and I hope you have a very happy New Year. I’m very sorry about the thing that happened. It was a very odd moment and I feel like a prize idiot, particularly because (if you can’t say it at Christmas, when can you, eh?) I’m actually yours. With love, XXX Your Natalie. |
David |
Jack, yeah, I need a car. Right now. Thank you. Oh, don’t wait up. I’d like to go to Wandsworth: the dodgy end. |
Terry |
Very good, sir. |
harrisstreetwandsworthlondon
Music |
♪ Your eyes tell me how you want me. ♪ I can feel it in your heartbeat. ♪ I know you like what you see. |
Terry |
Harris Street. What number, sir? |
David |
Oh, God, it’s the longest street in the world and I have absolutely no idea. |
firstdoorharrisstreet
David |
Hello. Does Natalie live here? |
Old woman |
No. |
David |
Right, fine. Thank you. Sorry to disturb. |
Old woman |
Here, aren’t … aren’t you the Prime Minister? |
David |
Err, yes, in fact I am. Merry Christmas. |
Old woman |
Oh. |
David |
Part of the service now. Trying to get round everyone by New Year’s Eve. |
seconddoorharrisstreet
David |
Ah. Hello. Err, does Natalie live here? |
Girl 1 |
No, she doesn’t. |
David |
Oh dear. OK. |
Girl 1 |
Are you singing carols? |
David |
Err, no. No, I’m not. |
Girl 2 |
Please, sir. Please. |
Girl 3 |
Please. |
David |
Well, I mean I suppose I could. |
Girl 3 |
Please. |
David |
Alright. |
Girls |
[Cheer] |
David |
♪ Good King Wencelas last looked out on the feast of Stephen [Gavin accompanies.] ♪ When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. ♪ Brightly shone the moon that night … |
thirddoorharrisstreet
David |
Hello. Sorry to disturb. Does Natalie live here? |
Mia |
No. She lives next-door. |
David |
Ah. Brilliant. |
Mia |
You’re not who I think you are, are you? |
David |
Yes, I’m afraid I am, and I’m sorry about all the cockups. – It’s not my fault; my cabinet are absolute crap. We hope to do better next year. Merry Christmas to you. |
fourthdoorharrisstreet
David |
Ah. Hello. Is, err, Natalie in? |
Natalie |
Oh, where the fuck is my fucking coat? Oh. Hello. |
David |
Hello. |
Natalie |
Erm, this is my mum and my dad and my Uncle Tony and my Auntie Glynne. |
Glynne |
Hello. |
David |
Very nice to meet you. |
Natalie |
And erm … this is the Prime Minister. |
Mother |
Yes, we can see that, darling. |
Natalie |
And, erm, unfortunately we’re very late. |
Mother |
It’s the school Christmas concert, you see, David. I-It’s the first time all the local schools have joined together. Even St. Basil’s … |
Natalie |
Too much detail, Mum. |
Father |
Anyway, err, how can we help, sir? |
David |
Well, I just needed Natalie … on some state business. |
Mother |
Oh. |
Father |
Right, yes. Of course. Right, err … Well perhaps you should err, come on later, Plumpy, err, Natalie. |
David |
Well listen, I don’t want to make you late for the concert. |
Natalie |
No, i-it’s nothing, really. |
Mother |
Keith’ll be very disappointed. |
Natalie |
No, really, it doesn’t matter. |
Mother |
The octopus costume’s taken me months. Eight is a lot of legs, David. |
David |
Mm, erm, well listen, why don’t I erm, give you a lift and then we can talk about this state business … business in the car? |
Natalie |
OK. |
Parents |
Lovely, yes. |
Boy |
Thank you. |
Policeman |
Hold tight, everybody. |
primeminister’scar
David |
How far is this place? |
Natalie |
Just round the corner. |
David |
Ah, right. Well, err … I just wanted to say, erm, thank you for the Christmas card. |
Natalie |
You’re welcome. Look, I’m so sorry about that day. I mean, I came into the room and he slinked towards me and there was a fire and he’s the President of the United States and nothing happened, I promise, and I just felt like such a fool because I think about you all the time, actually, and I think you’re the man that I really … |
Keith |
We’re here! |
Natalie |
[Unheard] love. |
David |
Oh, wow. That really was just round the corner. Err … erm … ow! Well, look, I, err … I, I’d better not come in, you know. The last thing anyone wants is some sleazy politician stealing the kids’ thunder. |
Natalie |
No, please come. It’ll be great. |
David |
No, I’d, I’d better not, but I will be very sorry to drive away from here. |
Natalie |
Just give me one second. |
Sam |
[To Daniel] No! |
Natalie |
Come on in. We can watch from backstage. |
David |
OK. Err, Terry, I won’t be long. Look, this erm, this has to be a very secret visit, OK? |
Natalie |
Don’t worry. This was my school. I know my way around. Come on. |
schoolcorridor
Karen |
Look, the sheep are ready already and you’re not even … Oh! David! |
David |
Ah! Ah! Oh. How are you? Hi, guys. Hey, hey, hey, hey. You alright? |
Karen |
What the hell are you doing here? |
David |
Well, you know, I … |
Karen |
Well I always tell your secretary, secretary, secretary that these things are going on, but it never occurred to me you’d actually turn up. |
David |
Well, I thought it was about time I, I did. Erm, I, I just didn’t want anyone to see, so I’m going to hide myself somewhere and, and watch the show. Good luck! Good luck, Daisy. Good luck, Bernie. |
Karen |
I have to tell you I’ve never been gladder to see my stupid big brother. Thank you. |
David |
Alright. |
Karen |
Oh, now. We haven’t been introduced. |
David |
Oh, right. Erm, well, this is Gavin, who’s … |
Karen |
Oh, hello, Gavin. Sorry. |
Gavin |
Hello. |
David |
my copper, and this is Natalie, who’s my, erm, who’s my, erm, you know, catering manager. |
Karen |
Oh. |
Natalie |
Hi. |
Karen |
Catering manager. Watch out he keeps his hands off you. Twenty years ago, you’d have been just his type. |
Natalie |
I’ll be very careful. Don’t try something, sir, just because it’s Christmas. |
Karen |
No, seriously. Come on. Showtime. Quickly. Umm, look, see you after, yeah? |
David |
Yeah, probably, yeah. |
Karen |
Thank you, Prime Minister. |
David |
It’s alright. |
Natalie |
Come on. |
David |
Right. |
schoolconcert
Chorus
Catch A Falling Star |
♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. ♪ Save it for a rainy day. ♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. ♪ Never let it fade away. ♪ Never let it fade away. ♪ Never let it fade away. |
Mr Trench |
Hillier School would now like to present their chosen Christmas number: err, lead vocals by ten-year-old Joanna Anderson; backing vocals coordinated by her mother, err, the great Mrs Jean Anderson. Erm, some of the staff have decided to help out, and err, for this, we ask you to forgive us. Thank you. |
Joanna
All I Want For Christmas: Olivia Olson |
♪ I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need. ♪ I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. ♪ I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. ♪ Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you. ♪ I don’t want a lot for Christmas. There is just thing I need. ♪ I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. ♪ I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. ♪ Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you. ♪ You, baby. ♪ Oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere ♪ And the sound of children’s laughter fills the air. (Laughter fills the air.) ♪ Everyone is singing (Oh yeah.) I hear some sleigh bells ringing. ♪ Santa, won’t you bring me the honey I need? Won’t you please bring my baby to me? ♪ I don’t want a lot for Christmas. This is all I’m asking for. (All I’m asking for) ♪ I just want to see my baby standing right outside my door. ♪ ’Cause I just want you for my own more than you could ever know. (You will ever know) ♪ Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you, and you, and you, and you, and you. ♪ All I want for Christmas. |
David |
Right. So, not quite as secret as we’d hoped. |
Natalie |
What do we do now? |
David |
Smile; little bow; and a wave. |
afterconcert
Karen |
Absolutely no idea. I mean, can you imagine? I’ll see you later, alright? I’ll speak to you. Bye. [To Harry] Tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do? |
Harry |
What position is that? |
Karen |
Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace and come Christmas gave it to somebody else. |
Harry |
Oh, Karen. |
Karen |
Would you wait around to find out if it … |
Friend |
Good night. |
Karen |
Night night, night night. Happy Christmas. Would you wait around to find out if it’s just a necklace, or if it’s sex and a necklace, or if, worst of all, it’s a necklace and love? Would you stay, knowing life would always be a little bit worse, or would you cut and run? |
Harry |
Oh, God. I am so in the wrong. A classic fool. |
Karen |
Yes, but you’ve also made a fool out of me. You’ve made the life I lead foolish, too. [To children] Darling! Ooh, darlings! Oh, you were wonderful, my little lobster. You were so – What is that word? – orange. Come on. I’ve got treats at home. Dad’s coming. |
Daniel |
Sammy! Fantastic show! Classic drumming, son! |
Sam |
Thanks. Plan didn’t work, though. |
Daniel |
Tell her, then. |
Sam |
Tell her what? |
Daniel |
Tell her that you love her. |
Sam |
No way. Anyway, they fly tonight. |
Daniel |
Even better. Sam, you’ve got nothing to lose and you’ll always regret it if you don’t. I never told your mum enough. I should have told her every day, because she was perfect every day. You’ve seen the films, kiddo. It ain’t over till it’s over. |
Sam |
OK, Dad. Let’s do it. Let’s go get the shit kicked out of us by love. |
Daniel |
Yes. |
Sam |
Just give me one sec. |
Daniel |
Yeah. Oh, I’m sorry. |
Carol |
Sorry. |
Daniel |
That’s OK. My fault. |
Carol |
No no, no, really, it wasn’t. You’re Sam’s dad, aren’t you? |
Daniel |
Yeah: stepdad, actually. Daniel. |
Carol |
I’m Carol. |
Daniel |
Carol. |
Sam |
OK, I’m back. Let’s go. |
Daniel |
Yeah, well … I hope we’ll meet again, Karen. |
Carol |
Carol. I’ll make sure we do. |
Daniel |
Yeah? Good. |
Sam |
Tell her. |
Daniel |
What? |
Sam |
You know. [Kiss sound] |
Daniel |
Don’t be such an arse. |
Sam |
Look, there she is. |
Daniel |
Where? |
Sam |
Over there. Oh no. |
Daniel |
It’s OK. We’ll go to the airport. I know a short cut. |
portuguesecommunityinfrance
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Good evening. Senhor Barros? |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] Yes. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] I am here to ask your daughter for her hands in marriage. |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] You want to marry my daughter? |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Yes. |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] [To Sophia] Come here. There is a man at the door. He wants to marry you. |
Sophia |
[Portuguese] But I’ve never seen him before. |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] Who cares? |
Sophia |
[Portuguese] You’re going to sell me to a complete stranger? |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] Sell? Who said sell? I’ll pay him. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Pardon me. I’m meaning your other daughter: Aurelia. |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] She’s not here. She’s at work. I’ll take you. [To Sophia] You stay here. |
Sophia |
[Portuguese] As if I would. Stupid! … Father is about to sell Aurelia as a slave to this Englishman. |
heathrowairport
Daniel |
Wait, wait. |
Screen |
Flight Number VS003 21:45 New York (JFK) Last Call Gate 36 |
Daniel |
Oh no. |
portuguesecommunityinfrance
Sophia |
[Portuguese] You’d better not say yes, Father. |
Mr. Barros |
Shut up, Miss Dunkin’ Donuts 2003. |
heathrowairport
Daniel |
Look, we’re not actually flying. |
Guard |
Well you can’t come through without a boarding pass. |
Daniel |
Not even to let the boy say goodbye to the love of his life? |
Guard |
No. |
Daniel |
I, I’m sorry, Sam. |
Guard |
Boarding pass, sir? |
Rufus |
Err, just a moment. I know I’ve got it here somewhere. Sorry, would you mind hanging onto that? |
Daniel |
Unless … |
Sam |
What? |
Daniel |
Do you want to make a run for it? |
Rufus |
If you’d hold on to that as well I’d be very grateful. |
Sam |
Do you think I should? |
Daniel |
Yeah. |
Sam |
OK. |
Daniel |
Yes! |
Rufus |
No, I must have left them where I was having a cup of coffee. I am sorry. |
Sam |
[Inaudible through glass] Joanna! |
portuguesecommunityinfrance
Woman |
[Portuguese] Apparently he is going to kill Aurelia. |
Girl |
[Portuguese] Cool! |
heathrowairport
Sam |
Joanna. |
Joanna |
Sam? |
Sam |
I thought you didn’t know my name. |
Joanna |
Course I do. |
Sam |
Oh, Jesus. Here, I’ve got to run. |
portugueserestaurantinfrance
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] Where is Aurelia? |
Manager |
[Portuguese] Why should I tell you? |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] This man wants to marry her. |
Manager |
[Portuguese] He can’t do that. She’s our best waitress. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Good evening, Aurelia. |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Good evening, Jamie. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Beautiful Aurelia, I’ve come here with a view to asking you to marriage me. I know it seems an insane person because I hardly knows you, but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here or you can inhabit with me in England. |
Sophia |
[Portuguese] Definitely go for England, girl. You’ll meet Prince William – then you can marry him instead. |
Mr. Barros |
Shh. |
Jamie |
[Portuguese] Of course, I don’t expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no … but it’s Christmas and I just wanted to … check. |
Sophia |
[Portuguese] Oh, God. Say yes, you skinny moron. |
Aurelia |
[English] Thank you. That will be nice. Yes is being my answer. Easy question. |
Mr. Barros |
[Portuguese] What did you say? |
Aurelia |
[Portuguese] Yes, of course. |
Waiter |
Bravo! |
Jamie |
[English] You learned English? |
Aurelia |
[English] Just in cases. |
heathrowairport
Music |
♪ I may not always love you, [God Only Knows, by The Beach Boys] ♪ But long as there are stars above you, [Music continues through speech] |
Joe |
Hello, Daisy. ♪ You never need to doubt it. |
Bill |
This one’s Greta. |
Joe |
Hello, Greta. ♪ I’ll make you so sure about it. |
Jamie |
Well, here she is. This is Aurelia. This is Juliette. This is Peter. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. Oh, hi, hi Mark. Didn’t see you there. |
Mark |
Yeah, just thought I’d tag along. |
Aurelia |
Jamie’s friends are so good-looking. He never tells me this. ♪ If you should ever leave me, I think maybe now I have made the wrong choice: ♪ Though life would still go on, believe me, picked wrong Englishman. |
Jamie |
She can’t speak English properly. She, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. ♪ The world could show nothing to me, |
Daisy |
Dad! Dad! ♪ So what good would living do me? |
Harry |
Oh, God. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. |
Daisy |
Did you get us any presents? |
Harry |
As a matter of fact, I did. |
Bernard |
Thanks, Dad. |
Harry |
How are you? |
Karen |
I’m fine. I’m fine. Good to have you back. Come on. Home. |
Sam |
There she is. |
Joanna |
Hi. |
Sam |
Hello. |
Daniel |
Oh, he should have kissed her. |
Carol |
No, that’s cool. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. |
Colin |
Whoohoo! ♪ If you should ever leave me, Now, this is Harriet. ♪ Though life would still go on, believe me, |
Harriet |
Hi. Really pleased to meet you. |
Tony |
Hello, Harriet. ♪ The world could show nothing to me, |
Harriet |
I hope you don’t mind: I sort of brought my sister to stay. ♪ So what good would living do me? This is Carla. She’s real friendly. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. |
Carla |
Hello. You must be Tony. I heard you were gorgeous. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. |
David |
God, you weigh a lot. |
Natalie |
Oh, shut your face. |
Music
God Only Knows continues |
♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. ♪ God only knows. ♪ God only knows what I’d be without you. |
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